Bastards

I hate bastards. Not the kind that don’t know their father. That’s just unfortunate. Poor, unfortunate bastards. No, I hate the bastards that are douchebags. The type of people who will lie to you, outright, just to deprive you of your Asian Spice mix that you bought so your girlfriend could get some free stuff from Pampered Chef. How the FUCK are you going to say that some spice mix, that is clearly not yours, is yours? What the fuck is that? Who does that shit? I’ll tell you who: Bastard douchebags. I can’t believe ACWGF lived with that bastard douchebag for a year. I’d have killed that bastard douchebag and sold her remains to necrophiles. But not necrophiles in California. Cause that’s illegal now.




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